We'd forgotten what wicked entertainment a good political sex scandal is (remember the 90's: Gingrich, Packwood, Bob Dole and his Viagra boners, and... there was one more... what are we missing?) In light of that one last week with that prostitute-turned-two-hit-wonder, we're feeling the cold sweats, the itchy neck, the delerium tremens of a renewed addiction to political porkings. The details are vague, but that's okay, because there are more in the works already to whet your proverbial palettes.
Former NJ Governor and self-outing homosexual James McGreevey and his wife are about to go through the most painful divorce in the TMI age. An ex-aide to the then-Gov. has spoken publicly about his threesomes with the Gov. and his wife, although he says there appeared to be few signs that he was there were for, um, the gentleman's amusement. The couple allegedly called these trysts, one of which began at a local TGI Friday's (that place just got a bump in credibility), "Friday Night Specials."
This has gotta hurt Dina's case a bit-- after all, her grounds for divorce are based on the idea that she couldna wouldna shouldna known.
In other news:
Perhaps to prevent drunken groping on St. Patrick's Day, Virgina is banning nipples.
And no, we're not done with Ashley Alexandra Dupree yet. The girl is the page count gift that keeps on giving for newyorkpost.com: Ashley was previously engaged to an upstanding limo company owner, now exiled to Florida, who can't believe she's gone so far off the deep end as to bang Eliot Spitzer following their breakup. (Man, that's gotta make him feel attractive. We found his phone number, if you want to call him and wish him better luck with his next fiancee.)